Song Huiyue took it and looked carefully in her hand.

It's a sea capture warrant.

According to the order of the Jinghu South Luzhou Prefecture, Song Huiyue, a criminal who was arrested and burned the Hengyu Street in Tanzhou, was 16 years old and was suspected of igniting fire. He ordered anyone in the world to report the fire to reward him with a reward of 1,000 guan.

There is also a portrait of her on it.

Although the portrait was sloppy, so many people were sent out to arrest him everywhere. Whenever the village saw a stranger, she would report to the officials. She wanted to hide, either in the wilderness or in the deep courtyard.

Yue Huaiyu couldn't help but ask, "You really let it go?"

"No," Song Huiyue handed over the sea arrest warrant, "Zhang Xulei released it."

Yue Huaiyu's face changed and his eyes sank a lot: "He? He never abides by the rules and does not have clean methods. He can release this fire."

"People who make rules never need to abide by the rules." Song Huiyue sneered.

Yue Huaiyu looked at Song Huiyue and suddenly felt that she had changed a lot in this short time.

In her impression, Song Huiyue was very childish, not only with her face that had not yet faded, but also with carefree and arbitrary behavior.

Even if a noble girl like Yan Youwei had a dispute, no one touched her finger. As a result, she was thrown into the water when she came to Tanzhou.

Now Song Huiyue is a blooming flower that suddenly withered.

She couldn't help asking, "Are you okay?"

Song Huiyue did not answer and asked her: "What do you want with King Jin?"

"Me?" Yue Huaiyu smiled and became close to her. "I just took advantage of the title of King Jin and didn't want to marry Zhang Xuzhang... Actually... I just don't want to be satisfied."

She touched the green bracelet on her wrist and said softly: "Don't look at our preciousness, this preciousness also comes with a price. When we are not married, we must have talent and reputation. After we get married, we must have a reputation for being virtuous. They use etiquette and jade to raise us in captivity.

My eldest sister is Princess Yan, and in the future, she may be the crown princess, queen, etiquette, morality, and rules put her in the shrine. I don't like her very much.

Actually, I haven’t thought about what to do in the future, but now, I just don’t want to be so obedient, why should I be obedient?"

Her words were sincere and touching, but they failed to impress Song Huiyue.

Song Huiyue looked at her: "You are lying."

The two girls' eyes met and saw the coldness in each other's eyes.

"You don't know anything, why do you say I'm lying?"

"I have seen people who disobey," Song Huiyue replied, "I have also seen people who want to bet, you are the latter."

"Oh? Who did you meet someone who is disobedient?"

"The Queen Mother first."

Yue Huaiyu was stunned: "Where did you see it?"

"Kyoto, Jin Wang's Mansion."

When he met the Queen Mother, the King of Jin left the palace and opened the palace. Although the Queen Mother was seriously ill, she quietly arrived at the King of Jin's palace.

The elderly and sick queen mother still has a sense of awesome power.

Yue Huaiyu sighed: "Women in the world can be the first queen mother. I heard that when the emperor succeeded to the throne, all major events in the world are determined by the empress dowager. All officials cannot bow to a woman and stop her from being regent. At a court meeting, the empress dowager threatened to retreat back to the curtain as dismissed. The empress dowager drew his sword on the spot and pointed directly at the Secretariat, saying that these corrupt old people should have given up their throne to the young people."

Song Huiyue said coldly: "The unsubmissive people have an unyielding aura. You don't. When I saw the Empress Dowager Xian, she was forced to retreat by Jin Shang and Zhang Xiangye, your father, but she still refused to admit defeat."

Yue Huaiyu laughed twice, and from laughter to people, he suddenly turned into another form - an ulterior motive.

"You see, I'm just a gambler. I'm going to bet, so of course I have to bet on the one who has no one's prosper and turn the tables against the wind to win more."

Song Huiyue also smiled, smiling very kindly. She reached out to hold the teacup and touched it in front of Yue Huaiyu: "That's an ally."

Yue Huaiyu raised his glass and responded: "Welcome to the world where interests are paramount."

The night became darker and darker, and the lights were blown out. Yue and Song said that the thoughts were in their hearts and no longer penetrated.

If you go deeper, you will touch your own souls. The souls are fragile and shy, and you must not easily touch them.

Song Huiyue slept in a lounge chair, and Yue Huaiyu lying on the bed, breathing between them, deep and shallow, all of which are endless.

In the middle of the night, the wind became stronger and stronger.

The branches brushed past the plaids on the bright inner lining, making a rustling sound.

The cuckoo bird screamed four times in the cold wind.

Song Huiyue slept lightly. After hearing the birds' chirping, she coughed and sat up from the recliner.

Yue Huaiyu was full of thoughts and didn't sleep at all. When she heard Song Huiyue's movement, she immediately sat up: "What are you going to do?"

Song Huiyue whispered: "See a family member, I'll go out, you go to bed."

She opened the window, and a gust of wind rushed in, swaying the screens of the tent. There was no way out in the house, so she whined.

The wind was terrifying, and it was dark outside the window. Yue Huaiyu sneezes and shouts to her in a tight voice: "Wait."

She hurriedly got up, covered herself from head to toe with a cloak, then lit the candlelight, holding the candlestick in one hand and holding the other outside the fire, so as not to be blown out by the wind.

As the lights arrive, the fear brought by darkness becomes much lighter.

She walked to the window, and the fire moved with her: "Let your family come here, I don't want our transactions to have variables that I don't know."

Song Huiyue smiled and reached out to point at the shadow of the tree: "It's there."

Yue Huaiyu looked along her fingers, and opened her eyes wide and couldn't see anyone. Just as she was confused, a shadow suddenly enveloped her.

Yinxiao fell from the sky and appeared outside the window, shaking Yue Huaiyu's shocked hand, and the candlestick fell down.

"Ah!" Her scream was soft and short, and she was pressed into her throat.

Yin Xiao's left hand was extremely fast, and in the flash of lightning, he grabbed the candlestick that fell from his hand. The candlelight was barely extinguished and rejuvenated in his hands.

He changed into a short soapy brown piece to make it easier for him to blend into the darkness. He held the candlestick in his left hand and his right hand hanged beside him, with the heart of his fist facing his thigh, as if he was clenching something.

The orange-yellow fire leaped to illuminate his face, dyeing his face yellow, so his young face had an old aura, looking old-fashioned.

The mature soul ran around the boy's body and had not yet merged into one.

Yue Huaiyu suddenly said, "You are the Song family guardian!"

Yin Xiao glanced at Yue Huaiyu without emotion, bent down deeply at Song Huiyue, and said softly: "Master, Madam, Aunt Lin, Yuan Yuan are all in the Xie family. Master Xie Ba sent someone to find the uncle, Master Eight asked me to take you back."

Song Huiyue was stunned for a moment and realized that there were only a few people left in the Song family.

Song Qinghui was still wandering away and was not found.

This is a really nightmare.

Yinxiao didn't hear her speak for a while, so he looked up at her.

Just in the soft light, her eyes were wide and round, and a scar almost scratched from her left eye to the corner of her mouth.
Chapter completed!